I see them in public.
The couples who have made it past the romantic stage, where sex is now an obligatory chore, (for them both, because that little prize that said I do, keeps saying I do in front of the fried food kiosk at the mall) and she has more in common with her 'mommy' friends (shudder) than she does with Klondike Mike over here, lugging the 65 lbs. of baby crap through Crate and Barrel, while she looks for just the right coochie coaster because her 'girlfriends' all have one in thier mini-vans.
She speaks, and all he hears is a hellish buzzing, eyes rolling back in his head, foam starting to fleck in the corners of his mouth.
That sound, the pitch of her voice, the timbre...my god it could spay animals. Someone please shoot this poor bastard.
